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Who stipulates that heroes must be born with dazzling light? Who stipulates that holy level mages can't fight sap? Who stipulates that the world's number one mercenary group cannot make a fortune by picking up foreign goods? In fact, big people were small people before, and heroes were small people back then. The gap between the two is just a thin layer of paper called time. The king's bastard, the rich second generation, and the son of an important minister were three young bastards with different identities who were sent to an abandoned warehouse on their first day at the military academy, where they began a decadent and exciting career in the military academy. From the moment they met, the bond of friendship accompanied them as they skipped classes, were punished, and grew up. They spent their common youth in the trap and being trapped.